Be to her, Persephone,
All the things I might not be;
Take her head upon your knee.
She that was so proud and wild,
Flippant, arrogant and free,
She that had no need of me,
Is a little lonely child
Lost in Hell, -- Persephone,
Take her head upon your knee;
Say to her, "My dear, my dear,
It is not so dreadful here." - Edna St Vincent Millay

Friday, 4 May 2012

The Yo Yo Man (write of passage number twenty-four)

He must have got on at Tunney's Pasture station, because it seems as if his barking voice comes out of nowhere: "Yo. YO. Don't you disrepect me. DON'T YOU DISRESPECT ME! YO. YO! YO! I'm not your boyfriend. I'M NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND! DON'T YOU DISRESPECT ME!"

And so on. I look resolutely to the front, but out of the corner of my eye, I can see that younger daughter can't resist glancing back. She's starting slightly at each YO! Sound sensitivity is a common thing among those on the spectrum. I smile at her reassuringly.
"It's okay," I say softly.
"What?" she asks, not so softly.
"YO!" says Yo-yo Man. "I'm coming to your house. I'M COMING TO YOUR HOUSE!"

We're pulling into LaBreton Station.
"I'M COMING TO YOUR HOUSE!" declares Yo-yo Man, moving swiftly and purposefully through the throng of bodies in the aisle. "'Scuse me!" He has absolutely no trouble getting to the exit, and strides off.
"I'M COMING TO YOUR HOUSE...."

Who Wants to Know?

I live in the capital city of Canada....and I'd rather not! I'm like Persephone, doomed to spend 10 months of the year in Hades and two months in my hometown. Except that Persephone got to go home for six months out of the year.